Aurorawrites✍️

  If you’ve ever been stuck in a traffic jam, you’ve probably seen those wheelbarrow pushers forcing their way through. With fearless audacity, they weave in and out of tight corners, squeezing between cars and lorries as if the road belongs to them. They are so sure of where they’re going and are determined to pass through with their goods, no matter how impossible the path may look. If you don’t want to get hurt, you had better give way once you hear them coming. That’s how audacious they are. But here’s the truth: In life, we often need that same boldness and determination if we truly want to move forward. Life does not respect people who give in, give up and step back from the slightest obstruction or difficulty. No. Life responds and paves way for people who are certain and sure about their destination. In this journey, you cannot afford to be indecisive. Every minute counts. That one second you waste thinking back and forth is enough for someone else to take your place at the...

Hi, my name is Esther… and I am a garri addict. There, I said it. They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well, mine has always been simple: the moment I hear cold water splashing on garri, sugar and groundnut grinning on top, my self-control takes annual leave. I whisper to myself, “Just one cup.” But before I know it, I’ve licked the bowl clean and I’m negotiating with my conscience for round two. If you’ve ever found yourself in this hopeless cycle, congratulations. You’re not alone. And for the sake of our collective deliverance, I have put together seven tried-and-tested tricks to help us break free from garri addiction. Trick 1: Avoid Garri Friends. You know them. The ones who stroll into class with kuli-kuli in their pockets, or that neighbor who always stocks Peak milk like it’s an investment. They are not your friends. They are stumbling blocks, agents of relapse. If you must, block them on WhatsApp until your healing is complete. Trick 2: Replac...

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been studying the books of the Old Testament. And one thing keeps jumping at me — the level of grace we as believers under the New Covenant enjoy today. Grace freely brought to us through Jesus Christ. Just recently, we got a new offering basket for the fellowship. While washing it in readiness for Bible Study this evening (it had gathered some dust and stains from the store), my mind drifted back to those Old Testament times — when everything used in God’s temple had to be handled in a very specific way and only by certain people. In those days, if you weren’t a descendant of Aaron or a Levite, you had no right to touch anything connected to the temple. And it wasn’t just a rule — it was a matter of life and death! I remember Uzzah, who died instantly for touching the ark of the covenant when it was about to fall (2 Samuel 6:6–7) . He was trying to help, yet he died for it. But here I was — washing the fellowship’s offering basket with ordinary kitchen so...

 “ Sometimes, the clarity you seek isn't ahead—it's behind you." In your search for direction, don’t forget to look back. Not all light shines from the future. Sometimes, it glows quietly in your past—waiting to be acknowledged. Perhaps what you need now isn’t something new, but something old—something once given, but overlooked. Today, before you move forward, pause. Reflect. Remember. You might be surprised how much more light is hidden in reflection. Let today be the day you revisit the light  behind ✨you.

  Write for Yourself Too, Not Just for Others . As a writer, one thing I have come to realize is that, there are times when all you need are your own words. Yes, your own words. Lately, I have found myself going back to pieces that I wrote several times ago. I have drawn strength from them and they have motivated to keep going. The healing, clarity, and peace I often seek from the outside are right here with me—in my own words. You don't know how much your future self is going to be needing what you are writing right now. You can never tell if these words are what will keep the future you going, against all odds. So, the next time you write, don’t think it’s just for the world or your readers alone. Those words will one day be the lifejacket that keeps you afloat in the middle of life’s storm. So, my dear, write—not just for the world, but for yourself too. Have you ever written something that later became your own source of comfort? Let me know in the comments.

If there is one great lesson my parents successfully instilled in me, it is contentment. Growing up, they told me various stories to instill the fear of begging. There were tales of children disappearing because they accepted things from strangers. Some stories warned that kids who picked up objects from the floor turned into yams. The scariest of all was the warning that collecting things from classmates could lead to initiation into witchcraft. While these stories were not entirely false—real-life cases have, in some ways, proven them right—their primary purpose was to scare us away from begging and to teach us contentment. But what exactly is contentment? The Meaning of Contentment Contentment is a state of satisfaction and gratitude for what one has, without an insatiable desire for more. It does not mean stagnation but rather appreciating the present while remaining open to growth. It is the balance between ambition and gratitude—being thankful for what you have while still strivi...

Low self-esteem is something I battled with for years. Growing up, so many factors contributed to it, shaping how I saw myself and interacted with the world. The Root of My Struggles 1. An Embarrassing Experience A situation that defined most of my childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood left a lasting impact on me. (Hopefully, you will get to learn more about this hidden and untold part of my life in Scars , my ongoing memoir.) 2 . Verbal Abuse I grew up around adults who were very expressive. I didn’t get beaten much because I rarely erred, but I was lambasted at the slightest mistake. It didn’t help that I was an emotional child. 3. Body Shaming Oh Lord! How I suffered from this. I was never the ‘curvy’ girl. I was tall and almost skinny throughout my teenage years (even now, there isn’t much difference). My classmates, neighbors, and even my own family made me the butt of their jokes.  Tinrinbeku , Lepa Shandi —all the not-so-beautiful names for slim girls. A particular c...